Day 21 - Pounds 22

The horrors of bread continue to come to mind even after 3 weeks. Food tastes better, I can eat more of the good parts, I don't feel over full, and my blood sugar never spikes and therefore never crashes. It's a pretty nice gig.

Yeah, so I probably DID win 2011's "Global Most Arbitrary Day to Start a Record Keeping" award, but I'll be honest, I wasn't sure if it was going to stick. For the past 3 weeks I've be religiously avoiding the following list of items (amen):

*Bread, Breading
*Pasta
*Potatoes
*Sugar, Soda, Sweets
*Starchier veggies
*Sweet Tea (gets it's own category because I miss it)

I've ordered a scale so I can weigh at a consistent time in a consistent birthday suit, but I picked free shipping (part of the shlemiel package) so it won't be here for another week or so.

So down to brass tax.

May 17th was the day I started, clocking in at a gravy for blood 337 lbs.
It was enough of a wake up call to make me stop by Burger King at 4:30am
on the way home from work and drown my sorrows into a couple sausage egg and
cheese biscuits I'll tell ya that.

Later on that week I saw the documentary "Fathead", which started me thinking.
"Why is the butter on a baked potato demonized as the problem when you have the whole potato you're shoveling in, or that giant bun comprising most of the sammich?" "What about the personal kegs of soda and the sugar coated fries?"

So I wrapped a burger in lettuce and pushed off on my adventure.

22 lbs and 21 days later I'm feeling pretty good about the system.

I have yet to actually EXERCISE, which I know will have to happen because
by weight loss logic you can only get so far with diet before you plateau.
So I'm looking into several options. I can't do running because A) it's high
impact and sucks for your future anyway, and B) I've still got thighs named
flint and tinder and if you've gottem you know what that's like. So there's
low impact cardio like swimming or biking, and that's probably the way I'm
going to go.

Last but not least, I do have a tennis court on my apartment grounds, so
someone come hit the ball back and forth, I'm John McEnslow baby! AHHHH!